I’ve always believed giving up on a book was failing. Like I hadn’t given it a proper chance. Surely it would get better? Surely, I would learn something? If everyone else was raving about it, it must be good.  But as I wrote about in Everyday Storytellers, I’m slowly learning to stop reading books that don’t keep me awake at night. It’s hard, though. For a stubborn reader like me, to give up on a book and admit defeat, but I’m trying my best because this is what the 52 books I read in 2020 have taught me. This last…